Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.